The alpha rejected me

AliceWinter had arrived without mercy, so I took the only thick coat I had to step out of the aging cabin where I lived. I put on some gloves and also my fleece hat. Then I went out to confront the fierce snowfall that was battering the town of Beltone in the Southern Pack.In doing so, I immediately felt my bones numb from the cold, so I took a deep breath and focused on walking as fast as I could to our Alpha's house to carry out my daily tasks. I did it under the scrutiny of the other members of the pack, who looked at me as if I were an insect that needed to be eliminated. For the supernatural world, especially for werewolves, I was an abomination. For me, being a hybrid of werewolf and human had turned out to be a curse that I wished would end that very night on my birthday. I had hoped that upon turning eighteen, I could become a she-wolf; it was my only chance for some acceptance, and if that didn't happen, I would flee to a place where the purity of the species wasn't such a

AliceIt was the fifth night that I met with Stefan in the clearing of the forest, and I felt that for the first time life was giving me a taste of the happiness it had snatched away after my father's death in that terrible war against the vampires.I felt blissful, so that's why I prepared a nighttime picnic for my mate to nourish it as tradition dictates. When Stefan arrived that night, he seemed tense, but once he saw the surprise I had prepared for him, he smiled very happily."You are a delight, Alice, and you are mine," said Stefan before lifting me up gently.Our meetings in the forest boiled down to seeing each other, making love, and then letting our beasts run free to play with all the energy of life. It was fun, but I wanted to be able to talk to Stefan about what was going to happen with us.I needed to tell Stefan who I really was."I need us to talk about something."Stefan didn't let me finish and put a finger on my lips."I don't want to talk about anything; right now,

AliceIf someone had ever asked me if things could get worse than before, I would have never answered yes until that very moment when my life had been reduced to ashes.If anyone had ever met the myth of the human devil, Stefan was its embodiment; there was no way anyone could treat a mate in such a vile manner.After Stefan locked me in a dungeon where the biting cold was the most significant companion after the darkness, I learned what could be the meaning of hell on earth. For Stefan, I was nothing more than a piece of meat that could satisfy his needs, which is why every day when he came close to touch me, he completely drained me.I had no hopes or desire to fight.Not after my she-wolf went out to defend me from the abuses and Stefan brought some moonstone chains to sever the connection I had with her. Selene had attacked Stefan and several guards, and we were about to break free, but they injected us with a tranquilizer that knocked us out on the spot.The routine in which Stefa

JacksonI looked at my mate with a bit of guilt.I didn't know who she was or where she came from, much less her story, but I did know that if I had followed the advice of the council to actively seek my soulmate in other territories, I would have found her sooner and whatever happened to her wouldn't have occurred.My mind was a boiling pot of questions about it."What are you thinking about so much?" Angel asked before sitting down next to me."Perhaps if I had looked for my mate in another pack, this wouldn't have happened.""Would have" has no place in people's destinies," Ángel said seriously, and then he gave me a pat on the back to comfort me. "What is meant to be will be. The Goddess shapes our destiny; do not question this profound fact; just think about what you must do to give the best version of yourself to your mate; they will need it when they awaken. We don't know what she wants to do."I nodded because my friend was right."I just hope she wakes up well; I fear that I m

AliceEating had felt like a little piece of glory.I had to admit that after weeks of torture eating only small rations of stale bread, anything could be paradise, but that breakfast I was having was just too delicious. It was a unique flavor, one that reminded me a bit of how my father used to cook for me before the war.A sadness overwhelmed me immediately upon remembering him.At that moment, Enya entered the room with some clean sheets and, seeing that I was eating, smiled warmly, as if watching me eat were the greatest pleasure."If you want more food, just ask for it; I made enough and I have some saved in the kitchen. Many times some of the apprentice wolves come to eat, and I always have something to serve them," Enya said nonchalantly as she set the sheets aside before opening the wardrobe to tidy them up, as well as to assess the clothes that were inside. "I don't know what outfit might look good on you, but this could work for you." She took out a very pretty green dress. "